Smack

So now little man, you’ve grown tired of grass
Well honey before you start messing with me
Just let me tell you how it will be
For I will seduce you and make me you my slave
I’ve sent men much stronger than you to their grave
I thought you’d never become a disgrace
End up addicted to a poppy seed waste
So you’ll start inhaling me one afternoon
You’ll take me into your arms very soon
And once I have entered deep down in to your vein
The craving will drive you nearly insane
You’ll need lots of money as you’ve been told
For darling I’m more expensive than gold
You’ll swindle your mother and just for a buck
You’ll turn into someone vile and corrupt
You’ll mug and steel for my narcotic charm
And you’ll feel content when I’m in your arm
The day you realise the monster you’ve grown
You’ll solemnly promise you’ll lave me alone